Sit by me, broken-hearted friend.
Jesus sees you. You know that?
He sees how your head hangs low. He knows how it can all feel like a fresh bruising.
Maybe it feels like someone cracked your dream right in half. Like the enemy wants to steal your hope, leaving a gaping wound in your soul.
Maybe it looks like the miracle is too far out of reach now.
I don't know all the details, but I know the One who does.
Friend, can I tell you a story? When you see a tree waving in the breeze today, maybe you'll remember this story about a tree:
It's a story about a blind man who needed a miracle. Some people brought that blind man to Jesus, begging the Healer to touch him.
Jesus put his hands on that man, and asked, "Do you see anything?"
The man looked up and said, "I see people; they look like trees walking around."
People looked like trees. Not like people. But trees. It was a fuzzy misrepresentation. It was, like, half-seeing.
That man wanted clear vision, but this was just a fuzzy picture. Maybe it looked like the begged-for miracle was a bit too hard for Jesus.
But the miracle was already happening, even if it was still fuzzy around the edges. Once more, Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes, and the man's eyes were opened. "He saw everything clearly." (Mark 8:25)
Friend, the fuzzy picture may well be your miracle in progress. May I hold your hand today, and maybe we could remind each other that sometimes our miracles look like trees, with gnarled branches waving in the wind.
But one day, we'll be able to see it all clearly. And we'll remember how He touched our eyes...
(How can I pray for you? What's your "tree" today?)